A peregrine has no home

A peregrine has no home

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I am lover left unamazed Had I not just hovered miles, heading Heart-first into night To quell my search for injustice I Bred within myself O', I will be okay, but perhaps not This week, perhaps have I not Floated on too long that ground already Feels absent, and in my heathened Hardened, halt-adjacent memoirs in its current making I can forego into closing of a book unrivaled, unread, the taste of Pages on Someones' lips I shimmy into roads, the chimney of sorrowful Bountiene Frank, will I be luckier the next try? Or would I Be (more or just) as excited, again, to decamp Guess ...Read more

Everybody Likes A Miracle

Everybody Likes A Miracle

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They are so cool Their Insta-perfect faces, poses, frames What is it with my life that sucks so bad, I couldn't be one of them? They alienate me like an aching tooth What lies behind the lens, those filters, subtext? send me digital to the hoodlums, unventured spaces, places, undiscovered I want to be as pristine as clear waterfall where I can be alone and restore my thoughts, soul to full gauge, miracle, throttle and be like manta rays honeycombs, honey tooth, a thumb in the earth How many bottles till I'm sober? I keep asking There's so much pressure for someone in their twenties ...Read more

How Many Bottles

How Many Bottles

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Ace was keeping score His friends didn't know it, but he was keeping score He doesn't know himself, doesn't know his loved ones Doesn't get to know the world revolving around him when he's parked He's the getaway vehicle to the getaway beach Left on the street overlooking the ocean and the sun Distanced from all the joyous commotions between him and his peers, the embracing warmth of the sand As Bethany and Brent and Brenda smile and sip in margaritas He's the odd fourth wheel in a group of strong personalities Him, the quiet Him, the weakest Him, the one who makes sentimental call ...Read more

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How Many Bottles

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Ace was keeping score His friends didn't know it, but he was keeping score He doesn't know himself, doesn't know his loved ones Doesn't get to know the world revolving around him when he's parked He's the getaway vehicle to the getaway beach Left on the street overlooking the ocean and the sun Distanced from all the joyous commotions between him and his peers, the embracing warmth of the sand As Bethany and Brent and Brenda smile and sip in margaritas He's the odd fourth wheel in a group of strong personalities Him, the quiet Him, the weakest Him, the one who makes sentimental ca ...Read more

Poetry

Poetry

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Poetry Language exists not to be policed, but to have fun with as one lives – Life In the Infinite Foreword A collection of all the prose and poems I've decided to announce ahead of schedule and/or publish. Works ongoing. SNAG A COPY BUY EXPANSIO Life In The Infinite NOW AVAILABLE Release date: August 2017 Life In The Infinite is my very first free verse poetry collection. It deals with the basics of human emotion, existentialism, ageing, self-destruction, identity, and mid-life crises. It shifts voices from content to content. Infinite is available to download ...Read more

 
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